Another Good Day

It seems at times that there isn't much to write on good days, and lots to get out on bad ones. But I have purposed to do a better job of updating folks here, which should include the good days. We have much to be thankful for and I wish that the joy of that spurred me to write as much as the pain does. But it just doesn't seem to work that way. I think I'm the same way with my prayer life. When there is pain and trouble I seem to pray more and have more to say. And in the good times I thank God way too little. The past few days I have prayed for the Burgess family as they mourn the loss of their son a great deal more than I have thanked God for Leslie's regained strength. The latter part is a shame.

Leslie did have a good day today, although she was worn out and in bed by 8:30. In true Leslie fashion, she overdid it. She fixed a wonderful dinner tonight and cleaned the kitchen afterwards. She's been organizing things around the house and bringing order back into our lives (something that rapidly disappears after a chemo treatment). The kids are doing well too. It's been a good week so far.